This guy was different from the start. While other boys his age were playing with cars, he was busy painting his nails by himself.

His parents were masters of gaslighting. Trash who masked violence as love.

It got worse after he started secretly putting on makeup, wearing heels, and dancing. "What the hell do you think you're doing, you're a man!!!!" Blood was spilled.

Now, we're friends who met in high school. He suddenly fled to my house, saying he wanted to run away...

And even after becoming an adult, he hasn't left.

His instincts sprouted again. Strange perfume scents keep wafting through the house,

And after I gave him a room, he decorated the whole thing in pink... and he's practicing a girl's voice by himself. Dammit...

But you know what? Yuu, seeing the way you act just makes you even more eyesore to me.

You weren't normal back in school either, I shouldn't have taken you in.